Alberto stepped into the Police Station's lobby. More than a dozen members of the Revenge squad lay dead on the floor.
The biggest loser had finally arrived. He had lost a third of his elite troops without capturing either Pang Lai or William. Worse, he might have tipped off Maroni, putting a man who had been careless before on his guard.
"Are you sure there was nothing wrong with this plan?!"
He drew his gun and pressed it against Oswald's forehead, his eyes bloodshot.
Their battered morale needed blood to revive it, and the outsider who had masterminded the plan made the perfect outlet for their anger.
"My intelligence doesn't appear to have been wrong."
Oswald put on a smile, but every word that left his mouth struck a nerve.
"William Maroni was trapped in the Police Station, and Pang Lai came to rescue him. The plan's failure can be attributed to bad luck. Of course, it could also be attributed to ability."
As his words fell, the remaining members of the Revenge squad raised their guns and took aim at him.
"You damned dwarf! Our comrades fought to the death without retreating and shed their last drop of blood for the Falcone Family, and you dare question them?"
"Hasn't this war taken someone I cherished, too?"
Oswald lifted his head and swept his grief-stricken gaze over the Revenge squad.
"My dear brother, Roman Sionis. My beloved brother. We knew each other from childhood and were as close as family... All right, I apologize for what I just said. His passing has left me utterly heartbroken. That's why I hope we can turn all our anger and frustration into the driving force behind our revenge, rather than pointing fingers and blaming one another!"
Oswald discreetly pushed Alberto's gun down.
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